Mu Yan gently stroked the smooth fabric on his body, and a long-lasting illusory picture seemed to appear in his mind.

The hands that men usually use to hold swords, needles and threads, and clumsy and careful to slap the clothes worn by the baby.

After just a few strokes, his movements became smooth and skillful, and the small clothes slowly formed in his hands.

The man raised his head, showed off a show-off smile at the quiet woman not far away, and reached out to shake the clothes in his hand.

That smile was silly, completely different from the high-ranking Demon Lord, but it brought the pride and tenderness that no father in the world would have.

Mu Yan felt that his heart suddenly became soft, and the resentment and hatred that had once turned into hot feelings at this moment.

She heard herself say in a low voice: "Thank you, Daddy!"

Thank you for everything you did for me.

Bang--!!

A loud noise came from outside the door.

Xue Ji subconsciously looked up, and then the expression on her face gradually solidified to stagnation.

What did she see just now?!

Their great and arrogant, supreme Demon Lord fell down?!

Is it an illusion?!

It must be an illusion?!!

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On the high roof of the palace, Yun Ruohan sat above, drinking wine while overlooking the entire Demon Emperor City.

As the senior brother of Xiaoyao Sect, he has always been upright, steady and self-controlled.

He wanted to educate a few young people not to be too erratic, so as not to become the target of public criticism and be hurt.

From the moment the master died, he told himself that he would become the guardian saint of Xiaoyao Sect and not let Xiaoyao Sect lose anyone again.

He must become stronger and be tough enough to keep everything in Xiaoyao Sect and become the support of his junior brothers and sisters.

Even if you are in pain, you can't cry.

Even fear and sadness cannot be expressed.

Even if you are desperate, you cannot give up.

Otherwise, what should the young junior sister who is already in pain do?

Otherwise, when the Xiaoyao Sect gathers, how can he comfort other brothers?

However, no one will know that Yun Ruohan will also be painful and sad, and cold nights will be wrapped in despair.

Uncle Master!

That is the uncle who has been with them for decades!

Even though he has always been indifferent and ignorant on the surface and ignores them, he actually saves them again and again and teaches them to grow up bit by bit.

The master is dead.

If even the uncle of the junior teacher left them...

Yun Ruohan suddenly raised his head, trying to drink all the wine in the wine pot.

However, halfway through, the wine pot was robbed by a small hand.

Yun Ruohan turned around in surprise and saw a girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old holding a wine pot and drank the wine inside.

“Good!!”

"Good wine, I've really had such a great wine in a long time!"

The girl's soft and glutinous voice was spoken in extremely vulgar words, and Yun Ruohan couldn't react for a moment.

Youruo turned around and glanced at him, "What do you think of me? You can't bear to leave your wine?"

She turned the wine pot in her hand over and showed a sly smile: "It's useless to be reluctant to let go, I've drunk all of it!"

The girl's cheeks were flushed, and her almond eyes seemed to be washed, clean and hazy.

Yun Ruohan pulled out of the sad mood just now and whispered: "Sir Youruo, why are you here?"

"Sir, do I look very old?"
Chapter completed!